Luna & Gaelle
Oye, musing without textonomies.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Flight
Jammed telephone booth:
Pushing in quarters that want to go home
A line of white faces behind me
Known space
Walked its parameters--
Always
Yet a crash can make a gal ask:
"where am I? how do I return?"
This is my memory of me waiting to end.
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Luna & Gaelle
New York, New York, United States
Wine turns me over, but a text makes love.
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Musing:
Poetry is words making love to each other.
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